Eris's slaves dragged her trireme up onto the rocky coastline as a cold rain fell. Farther inland, the rocks gave way to tall, green grass with a well-worn trail that led up to a sod-covered longhouse.

The goddess stood on deck, shivering under her thick shawl. She hated this place, but the god she sought was not responding to her summons. And she would not be denied a chance to speak her mind to this fool, even if it meant sailing through the Coil to this blighted land.

With her slaves' aid, she descended onto the coastline and walked up the trail to the longhouse. Her honor guard hurried to catch up. Halfway up the trail, he emerged from his house, the red of his overtunic almost as bright as his hair.

He leaned against the doorway and smiled. "Sweet lady of strife, what brings yo...

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